I wish I could feel bad about it, but I don’t.
It looks beautiful.I love the look of blood red cuts against my pale skin.
I don’t know why..It’s just, they tell a story.I look at all my scars and I remember when I made each one, Why I did it.
It reminds me that I’m real. That I’m alive.Whenever I don’t have any fresh cuts,Its like I lose myself. I hate just having fading scars..It’s like part of me is fading away with them.
(Source: shadowswanttogetme)